A/N: It's longer than the previous.
shadow wulf: None of the above. Hating makes you miserable, dying hurts others. To not care, hurts you more than others, but living for nothing but pain, with pain, perhaps it is better to die. But in the end, you find out it was mostly up to you.
Disclaimer: Don own.
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His coal black eyes stared smoothly at the sandwich in his hands.
He sniffed it once, lifting the bread to see the in-between.
Peanut butter and Jelly.
His favorite.
He turned it around in his hand, checking it from every angle.
He smirked, a rumble from his gut demanding to be fed.
He brought it to his mouth, opening for a moderate bite.
He was no pig.
The opening and slamming of the door let him no someone had come in.
He lifted his head reluctantly, a grudging look on his face.
The body disappeared into the dining room.
Growling, he put his sandwich on the counter, walking after the intruder.
"BOY! Why aren't you in school."
The said man put his feet on the coffee table. Rapid heavy metal blaring from his headphones.
"Didn't want to," came the low reply.
"You smell like pot."
Another growl escaped the Prince's throat.
"So."
"You may be Saiyan boy, but that stuff will eventually make you end up like your baka father."
With narrowed eyes, Vegeta turned around and back to the kitchen.
He never caught the dark look that was shot in his direction.
Minutes passed and the Prince returned, leaving on the wall close to the couch.
"Vegeta."
He continued his stare.
Gohan gave his own glare in return.
"Never mention him to me or in my presence again."
It was spat out with a hiss.
Vegeta shrugged.
"How long are you going to be here?"
The demi-saiyan stared at him, having lost his glare.
"Nightfall."
The full-saiyan tapped his foot.
Gohan removed his headphones from his ears.
"When's she coming back?"
"Nightfall."
Vegeta uncrossed his arms.
"What happens then."
Gohan shrugged.
"I'm not covering up for you boy."
He turned again, the teen having returned to his music, and he made his way to his Gravity Chamber.
shadow wulf: None of the above. Hating makes you miserable, dying hurts others. To not care, hurts you more than others, but living for nothing but pain, with pain, perhaps it is better to die. But in the end, you find out it was mostly up to you.
Disclaimer: Don own.
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His coal black eyes stared smoothly at the sandwich in his hands.
He sniffed it once, lifting the bread to see the in-between.
Peanut butter and Jelly.
His favorite.
He turned it around in his hand, checking it from every angle.
He smirked, a rumble from his gut demanding to be fed.
He brought it to his mouth, opening for a moderate bite.
He was no pig.
The opening and slamming of the door let him no someone had come in.
He lifted his head reluctantly, a grudging look on his face.
The body disappeared into the dining room.
Growling, he put his sandwich on the counter, walking after the intruder.
"BOY! Why aren't you in school."
The said man put his feet on the coffee table. Rapid heavy metal blaring from his headphones.
"Didn't want to," came the low reply.
"You smell like pot."
Another growl escaped the Prince's throat.
"So."
"You may be Saiyan boy, but that stuff will eventually make you end up like your baka father."
With narrowed eyes, Vegeta turned around and back to the kitchen.
He never caught the dark look that was shot in his direction.
Minutes passed and the Prince returned, leaving on the wall close to the couch.
"Vegeta."
He continued his stare.
Gohan gave his own glare in return.
"Never mention him to me or in my presence again."
It was spat out with a hiss.
Vegeta shrugged.
"How long are you going to be here?"
The demi-saiyan stared at him, having lost his glare.
"Nightfall."
The full-saiyan tapped his foot.
Gohan removed his headphones from his ears.
"When's she coming back?"
"Nightfall."
Vegeta uncrossed his arms.
"What happens then."
Gohan shrugged.
"I'm not covering up for you boy."
He turned again, the teen having returned to his music, and he made his way to his Gravity Chamber.